Maxioms by George Crabbe
Habit with him was all the test of truth;
"It must be right: I've done it from my youth."
Habit with him was all the test of truth;
"It must be right: I've done it from my youth."
His patient soul endures what Heav'n ordains,
But neither feels nor fears ideal pains.
His patient soul endures what Heav'n ordains,
But neither feels nor fears ideal pains.
Anger makes us strong, Blind and impatient, And it leads us wrong; The strength is quickly lost; We feel the read more
Anger makes us strong, Blind and impatient, And it leads us wrong; The strength is quickly lost; We feel the error long.
The wife was pretty, trifling, childish, weak;
She could not think, but would not cease to speak.
The wife was pretty, trifling, childish, weak;
She could not think, but would not cease to speak.
Some hearts are hidden, some have not a heart.
Some hearts are hidden, some have not a heart.
